My Quiver is Full

I’m sitting here in a flood of emotion today, and it occurs to me that I think I was wrong in what started this passion for writing to you all. When I started this blog in February 2011, I credited this post for the inspiration behind it all. This morning, I just finished this note to SD, and as I sit here reflecting on the years gone by, I’m reminded of a little “song” I put together several years ago. It’s been so long since I’ve seen it, it took me awhile to find it. I call it a song loosely, because I have no musical talent…I couldn’t put together the musical composition needed to actually create a full-fledged song if I had to. But, this is the song of my heart. When I wrote it, I had a desire to really tell you…to show you through words and music how I feel about each of you. I actually first wrote it shortly after NE was born, in August of 2007, and I went back after SI was born to add a section for you, adding your section in the summer of 2010, shortly after your first birthday.

It’s a dream of mine to be able to sing this to you one day…to have a song we could call our own. Maybe a musically gifted person will read this one day and help us out with that. 🙂 For now, I’ll have to settle for sharing it here in letter form…if it never goes further than this, I’m good with that so long as you know it was written in love and lots of tears for each of you. You each mean so much to me that words could never accurately display. Without further delay, here is the inspiration that started it all:

Psalm 127:3-5

Sons are a heritage from the Lord,

children a reward from Him.

Like arrows in the hands of a warrior

are sons born in one's youth.

Blessed is the man

whose quiver is full of them.

They will not be put to shame

when they contend with their

enemies in the gate.

This song is inspired by each of my 4 “arrows“

My Quiver Is Full

SDWhen we took you in, my walk was weak.Trapped in my sin, of God I didn’t speak.Doctors said your heart was broke; needed repair.To my knees I fell, in desperate prayer.God’s plans are bigger than our own.And now I know, it was my heart He needed to sew.DWThrough no fault of your own,Strangers came in; took you from your home.I can’t grasp the pain you’ve seen, the hurt you’ve known.God’s plans are bigger than our own.It was I who needed healing, more love in my life;He blessed ME when He brought you to our home.Chorus:As arrows for the warrior, our children are bornI’m the soldier He chose to reward.My quiver has more than I ever dreamedHe’s given me more than I’ll ever need.You’re the arrows of my quiverStraight, strong, and true.My arrow, my child from GodMy reward from Him is you.NEDoctors said we’d never conceive.In the world’s eyes, you were never s’posed to be.The day you were born, to my knees I fell; cried like never before,In awe of how perfect you were.God’s plans are bigger than our own.God’s gift to me…to bless me despite my sin.SIWith news of you on the way, I laughed aloud; a sign from aboveI needed more joy; more room still, for love.Your laugh, your smile, you light up the room God’s plans are bigger than our own.In rhythm now, our lives in harmonyIn you, God completed our family.Chorus:As arrows for the warrior, our children are bornI’m the soldier He chose to reward.My quiver has more than I ever dreamedHe’s given me more than I’ll ever need.You’re the arrows of my quiverStraight, strong, and true.My arrow, my child from GodMy reward from Him is you.My quiver overflows with my reward.My child, you’re wonderful; beautiful.Created in His image; phenomenal.My quiver is full. My quiver is full.

Love, Dad

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oh jay, you have such a talent for words. i can’t express the feelings roaring through my soul as i read this … with tears streaming down my face. your children are so blessed to have a father who actually puts into words his feelings for them, one who is not ashamed to bare his soul, one who cries with them and laughs with them. a father who teaches them who their spiritual Father is. Bless you jay. i am so proud of you. so proud of who you’ve become. your children, all four of them, will read these “Notes from Dad” when they are older and will know they are who they are because of you and ju.